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Portrait of Seneca Seneca The Ten Tragedies of Seneca — Medea (1902)

Spare thy menacing words, who art already enraged enough; spare further threats. Tone down thy anger,—it is best to adapt thyself to time and opportunity.
MEDEA.
Fortune can rob us of our riches, but not of our mental attributes. But, hark! Who is knocking?—The hinges of the palace-door are creaking,—Here is Creon himself, puffed up with all his pompous pride and power!
CREON—MEDEA.
Creon urges Medea to depart from his Kingdom into exile with all haste: she, with difficulty, obtains the delay of one day.
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Portrait of Seneca Seneca The Ten Tragedies of Seneca — Medea (1902)

If there be any criminal it is I, myself—hand me over to death—sacrifice my criminal life.
MEDEA.
I shall use the sword where thou dost not wish it to be visited, and which thou wilt most grieve for—Go now! Proud adulterer, seek for thy marriage-bed amongst the virgins, and quit the presence of her, whom thou hast made a mother!
JASON.
One child surely is enough punishment for thee to exact!
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Portrait of Seneca Seneca The Ten Tragedies of Seneca — Medea (1902)

What terrible crime is Medea now concocting in her ungovernable madness? Her countenance, inflamed with anger, has quite a set expression and the proud woman is shaking her head wildly, and judging from her gestures, she is threatening the King, with something quite beyond our conception! Who would believe that Medea was a condemned exile? Her reddened cheeks are burning at one moment, and the next, a deadly pallor takes the place of that redness! She does not retain either color for any length of time on her changeable face!
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